Let there be light

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London

“There is always light, at the end of every single road taken, long or short, does not matter as long as you believe it to be so“ Gun Roswell

Let there be light

The great leader had made a tall promise to all those, whom would want them to follow on the set road ahead, away from the ever looming darkness and into the eternal light, always shining so bright, and those wanting to hit on this very road, would always be basking in the eternal brightness of it all, never feeling any less or even the blues, always being on the side of the goodness, never wanting for more, as this was the very promise made and if the people wanted to score their place, then all that which was needed from them, was a simple promise, of always staying on the set path, never straying, or even, looking back, never giving into the slack rather always moving further, ever forward until finally seeing and being one with the light, no matter if sometimes a fright would be the companion, as the times while making the journey ahead, would not always make one smile, still, it was not as difficult of a trek to make, as this one was led by a great leader, always making sure nobody would be left behind or left to their own devices, rather becoming part of the whole, in body, mind and soul.

Solarised, poolside

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Greece

“Mother Sol appeared while at the pool, sitting by myself, in the cloudy atmosphere, but now, I am basking in all those warm rays” Gun Roswell

Solarised, poolside

The day started out, quite dull and grey, and there was no indication that the clouds above blocking all the good views, would soon fade. But, feeling daring and bold, as so I am always told, making my way to the pool just outside the rented house, as the yard itself was quite the louse, alas, the pool was the place to be, at least, when wanting to be seen, by the sun itself, perhaps even getting baked in the process, to a nice crispy exterior, well, perhaps not that crispy, but you get the gist of it, letting the ol’ tired body get its air bathing in the warming sun, as the joints and whatnots really like it too, so before getting too blue, I was lying there on the sun bed, half naked, I thought about getting a proper blanket. Alas, those thoughts all soon perished, as a peek of something glamorous, poured through the thick layer of dark clouds and soon enough, those ominous things above were vanquished and the Sol, smiling at my flabbiness, let all the warmth through, and the rest of the day spent basking in the proper sun shine, just because I had dared to wait for it to arrive!

Sunday Snow

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“When it snows on a Sunday, it most likely still will do so on a Monday!” Gun Roswell

Sunday Snow

The first fallen snow glittering in the bright sun shine in the early morning hours in the nearby forest, where a small walk was in order, simply to check out the scenery

After all, there is really nothing more gorgeous than the snowy covered branches of the trees now totally blanketed for the upon coming winter

The animals now mostly resting, beneath the earth, comfortably digesting the mirth which they had consumed only a while ago, when fall still had its hold on the land

But a few footfalls could easily be spotted as the undercover hare with its white tail had made a few marks on the freshly fallen crispy soft snow

A few birds in the trees remaining, daring the cold winters weather, not migrating like the others, rather staying behind, and then trying to find shelter and food 

Depending also on the kindness of those passing by, the Hooman visitors in the forest where they dwell during these harsh winter times

So, with the light step, and a hefty backpack, the visitors to the forest make sure, that after gaining this magnificent experience with a view, they will leave something behind, which is for those birds and other winter dwellers simply fine.

Sunset over the calm wave’s 

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Greece

“The setting sun, against the soft flashing waves, is a total cliche of sorts” Gun Roswell 

Sunset over the calm wave’s 

Watching the setting sun across the waves of total calm, trying to stay warm with the last moments of those special rays, I have been feeling all day, and soon I will have to let go of it all, but for now, I will enjoy this perfect moment in time, when it’s just me, myself and I, and with the feeling of just fine, and doing so with a big smile, as this short while, is really all I got, before the darkness consumes it all, the light completely gone, until the next morn brings a new dawn. And then once again, I will be able to watch all the reflections of the sunny rays on the surface of the waters, whether they be calm or restless, it is simply is the way of nature. Then again who could argue against it, as it is happening whether we like it or not, but just going with the flow of it, is the  best bet and then let, all the changes of the day, effect yourself in a good way.

A pool, made to be dived into

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Greece

“There is a pool out there, mighty cool blue and fresh looking too, quite tempting to be dipping into” Gun Roswell 

A pool, made to be dived into

The calming blue hues of the silky feeling liquid, filling the very large size tub, or what some might call a swimming pool, something someone thought might be a good idea to do, which was to fill a place, totally waterproof, up to the hilt with stuff so cool, that the colour of it would ensue, even if something was to disturb the very surface while diving into the tempting blue liquid, and then to play around inside of it, like a kid whose just come home from school, and had seen all the infinite possibilities of this great big puddle of water, even if it meant to be acting like a fool, still a small price to pay, for this kind of soothing place, to be able to roll around and even race, against any other willing participants joining in this phase, even if it was on a daily base, perhaps only possible during a summer time, but when the option was presented, then taking full advantage of this great experience.

The cat and the corner 

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“The cat at the corner sat, wondering why the Hoomans are so busy all the time”

The cat and the corner 

The cat, chose this corner on purpose, simply to observe the life passing by, as she herself was simply find, but had started wondering as to why, all these two legged creatures had no time, for anything else, except to rush all day long around. 

It wasn’t as she put too much stock to these odd looking beings and their daily lives, but she had noticed something happening slowly but gradually, that of the change on their faces gone from mild to almost totally blank and now without smiles.

And again, it hardly mattered to this four legged fury feline superior what these Hoomans did or how they looked like, but it was now also starting to bite into her various treats and snacks of a heap, as before, these beings had brought her plenty of gifts while passing by.

But, guess they were far too tense and busy, not having a day of fun and laughs left in them, so maybe it was time for this specific cat, to move on to somewhere more nice, where the sun still shined and people too, were really nice, after all, she had heard the rumors of such places existing and now it was just a matter of relocating, and she totally did.

And now as she sits there in her new corner observing, the Hoomans there keep on smiling and with much respect treating, as the superior feline she still is, with lots of fish

At the end of the pier there is a lighthouse

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Evia, Greece

“There is always a guiding light somewhere around, if you just keep on and look for it“ Gun Roswell

At the end of the pier there is a lighthouse

The light shining ever so brightly, from the tall lighthouse, at the end of the long pier, but do not take it lightly, as this is ever so serious business, as this light, will help all those at sea, trying hard in the darkness to steer, to their familiar home port and to safety, as the mighty waves are getting kind of rough and then there is other stuff to consider too, like those nasty rocks and perhaps all the good ol’ sea monsters lurking around, the light shining brightly now, for those, who cannot find, their common ground. 

But it is not simply a light for the sea dwellers, rather those on land, close to the sandy shores, who are doing their daily chores, but the day so long, as night begins to fall, and the darkness descending all over the land and there is really no way of seeing, even where one stands, so, this lights from the house at the end of a long pier, will help everyone who needs something important to be seeing and so, the blessed light, will turn the tide for each and everyone.

Fly to the monochromatic grey

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“There is nothing to it, just flap your wings and fly away, at least, that is how it was to me explained, but haven’t tried it yet thought, maybe I should? After all, it could actually work, even with my stubby wings on my old back?” Gun Roswell 

Fly to the monochromatic grey

Taking flight in the middle of the night, flying ever so high by simply, or rather not simply, flapping the wings of might, as there is nothing quite so daring, as trying and exceeding mind over gravity, as the pull is no longer winning, and the earth, stopped all spinning, as the sensations of floating freely up against the tall of the very skies is the only thing making the flyers heart roar and sing, as it is indeed a thing, when finally in flight, in the might of the grey coloured skies.

But that of course, could only be in fantasy as the birds and bees are the only ones capable of such a great feat, and so, even if only in the fantasy for the non winged ones, left here on the ground and can now only in envy watching those capable to rise above the clouds, disappearing into the shroud of the grey covering it all, and they will never fall as the winds will carry them to wherever they need to go, but those of us with clipped wings can still bring joy out of seeing them up there fly, and in our secret dreams, we can too.

Stoney path ahead

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“The path ahead, may not always be a smooth one, as some times, the smallest of pebbles, may cause major troubles, so, better watch out for where that next step will take you!“ Gun Roswell

Stoney path ahead

The choices made ahead now lay, as the path, which seemed so unclear a while back, now clear as day and only waiting for the first step to be taken, as the earth below, remains unshaken, and only will be truly waking, from that footfall taken to the new direction.

Alas, there is also the sense of fear, always there quite near, which can be rather healthy, but also something hindering, the adventurous mind from exploring the wonders out there, just because of that very same fear is imploring, to never the status quo leave, and to cower in fear.

But, if you are not the one being afraid, of whatever ahead of you may lay, even if the road ahead is filled with sharp stones, trying to break each and every bone in you fragile self, and all the obstacles, no matter how tricky or bent, ready to tackle without a doubt in your head, then follow the path wherever it may lead, with a mind, body and soul totally free.

Seat in the rainy park, simply smart!

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“It rains, but it pours, and I feel like sitting on the bench in the park, not very smart?“ Gun Roswell

Seat in the rainy park, simply smart!

When the heavy rain starts, usually, it’s time to run, away and to safety, to ultimate goal is trying to remain dry, and for most dwellers when outside, that kind of set of mind is simply fine. And why would it not be, as getting all wet and soaked is not much fun at all!

But, what of this one humanoid person, who thinks the rain is the answer to all their reasons of being here on the planet, and then what do they do to prove said point? Well, run outside of course, like there is a fire up their a..e, finding the nearest seat, hopefully in a park if they are close ton one, when this whole seasonal monsoon of an act starts. And then, it’s simply to chew on the soaked up popcorn and enjoy the show of Mother Nature’s from the very beginning, listening to the tiny rain drops singing as they venture from the highs of the skies to the lows of the grounds. Nothing can compare to the spectacle of this magnitude, where all the blues skies are now turned to darkened greys and where once was solid ground, now are puddles, most likely turning to lakes. So, understandably, this is a great show, for anyone not afraid of the unknown, or even the known!